*Meow* Hi everybody I'm Casey B. Cat and the B. is actually for "Boots" and I'm a gold and white tabby from Pennsylvania. You might've met me on my friend Smokey's site. After seeing her site, I decided to keep my own journal. I love to tell stories and talk alot. (I purr plenty too.) So, stop by- visit and I'll have a good purr for you too.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Smokey v. the Mayor
You know, the Mayor being president did have its advantages. If Smokey was a coach then we'd all be able to paw around together. Smokey wasn't the type to be in the office anyway. I didn't know what Smokey was thinking though. I knew she was mad bepaws she didn't think the Mayor thought he should be president bepaws his name was the Mayor. Anyway, I'm not sure what was going to happen next bepaws Smokey's whiskers were twitching like she had some kind of plan.
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due knot forget de consessionz stand..we will be mor N happee ta run it coz noe one can fry a flounder faster !! :)
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